My Girl Poem by jiks torres

My Girl



Buses and cycles and jeepneys
and trains and private cars but never skates
Giggling guts and water drops on rustic things

Laughs and food and bed
and friends and thoughts but never clothes
Popsy mates 'til metamorphosed hearts

Face and fats and love
and life and clothes but never soul
Dates in dinner plates faking cigar smokes.

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